Still Burning — A Sexual Assault Story

I was sexually assaulted.

There. I’ve said those words. I’ve used the technical terms for what happened to me, though I often want to shy away from them. It feels sometimes like using those words is an exaggeration. I wasn’t raped. I wasn’t held by gunpoint. What happened to me happened in a public place. There were witnesses who stood by and did nothing, as I did nothing.

I was sexually assaulted.

My body was groped and stroked and I was afraid to say anything or do anything. I floated away from what was…